Overpowered Resident Doctor-Chapter 153: Cannot Be a Laughingstock

At 5:30 PM, Yan Feifan, Lo Jun, and Wang Chuan gathered once again in Pan Lirong's hospital room.

Seeing them arrive, Pan Lirong put down the document he was reading and readily turned onto his side on the hospital bed.

Following Yan Feifan's instructions, he pulled his knees and chin as close to his chest as possible.

The purpose of this was to curve his spine into a bow shape, widening the gaps between his vertebrae as much as possible to facilitate the puncture.

This was a crucial step for Yan Feifan before the surgery: a spinal puncture to obtain a tumor tissue sample.

Every person's tumor has slightly different characteristics.

Yan Feifan needed this puncture to acquire a sample of the tumor tissue within Pan Lirong's spinal canal. Through testing, analysis, and observation, he would then precisely determine the required dosage of absolute ethanol for injection.

He first reviewed Pan Lirong's latest MRI scan of the intraspinal tumor. After confirming its size and position hadn't changed significantly, he began preparing for the puncture.

Pulling down Pan Lirong's pants slightly, Yan Feifan sterilized the selected puncture site.

Once the sterilization was complete, Yan Feifan reached for the medical tray and picked up the long, thin Puncture Needle.

Seeing this, Pan Lirong's wife asked worriedly, "Mr. Yan, don't you need to administer an anesthetic first?"

"No need."

Yan Feifan replied, then explained, "Due to pressure from the tumor, Mr. Pan's puncture site is already numb. It's like having a built-in anesthetic."

"Besides, the puncture is very quick. It'll hurt for a second, and then it'll be over..."

Before he had even finished speaking, the long needle in his hand pierced the skin. SWISH! It sank in most of the way.

At this sight, not only did Pan Lirong's wife and children let out a startled "Ah!" and turn away, unable to watch, but even Lo Jun's eyelid twitched.

As for Pan Lirong himself, his body only gave a delayed, slight tremble before stilling. Not even a grunt of pain escaped his lips.

The gaps between human vertebrae are extremely small.

A puncture performed at Yan Feifan's speed was basically unheard of.

Even experienced neurosurgeons perform punctures with slow, steady movements—first, to find the right spot, and second, to avoid using too much force and accidentally injuring the spinal cord inside the spinal canal.

Judging by the calm expression on Yan Feifan's face and his subsequent hand movements, the puncture was a success, perfectly executed in one go.

Seeing such speed, precision, and stability, Lo Jun, who witnessed it all, showed no joy on his face. Instead, he frowned slightly.

'Yan Feifan's performance with this puncture arguably did nothing to improve the outcome, yet it significantly increased the risk of an accident.'

'Is this extreme self-confidence, a sign that he has it all planned out? Or is he just showing off his skills, flaunting his abilities?'

'In my opinion, this kid Yan Feifan has the common flaw of geniuses: he's arrogant because of his talent and acts recklessly.'

'He's a thorn in the side, not someone who's easily managed!'

Just then, Yan Feifan pulled out the Puncture Needle and casually applied a piece of medical tape over the puncture wound...

Around 7:30 PM, the door to the director's office of the plastic surgery center was pushed open gently, and two heads peeked through the crack.

It was Yan Ziruo and Tian Yu, back from their outing.

Tian Yu extended a small hand and pointed toward the executive desk and chair.

There, a tall, thin figure was sitting in the executive chair, leaning back with his eyes half-closed, resting.

The door opened a little wider, and Yan Ziruo and Tian Yu tiptoed into the office.

Tian Yu carefully closed the door and whispered, "Ruoruo, do you think Mr. Yan is taking a nap, or is he lost in thought?"

"Easy to tell!"

Yan Ziruo whispered back, then tiptoed over to the executive chair and observed him for a moment.

Yan Ziruo noticed her brother's eyes weren't completely closed, so she waved a hand gently in front of his face.

Seeing no reaction from her brother, Yan Ziruo turned to Tian Yu and whispered, "He's lost in thought."

"Let's wait for him..."

The two sat on the sofa in the reception area and waited. They waited for nearly an hour, until they were both drowsy.

It wasn't until Tian Yu happened to glimpse Yan Feifan getting up from the chair that she immediately shouted.

"Mr. Yan—"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

The first "Ah!" was from a startled Yan Feifan.

The second "Ah!" was from a groggy Yan Ziruo, who was half-lying on the sofa and had been frightened by Yan Feifan's cry of surprise.

The third "Ah!" was from Tian Yu, who was almost knocked over by Yan Ziruo as she shot up, startling her.

Realizing the two people who had seemingly appeared out of thin air like a magic trick were his sister and Xiaoyu, Yan Feifan chided them angrily, "Why did you two pop up like ghosts?"

"You're the ghost!"

Yan Ziruo retorted, then explained, "We got here a long time ago. We saw you were thinking, so we didn't want to disturb you."

"Who knew you'd be thinking for so long?"

Yan Feifan let out a soft "Oh" and said, "I have a very important surgery tomorrow morning. I have to think it through."

He then looked at Xiaoyu and asked with a hint of displeasure, "You have class tomorrow, why aren't you home yet?"

Tian Yu's lips trembled. "By the time we got off the yacht and back to Zuimo Court, it was already past six."

"I was just thinking I had to say goodbye to you, Mr. Yan."

"I waited and waited, but you didn't come back, so I had no choice but to come find you..."

Yan Feifan scoffed. "It's not like we won't see each other for a long time, and it's not like you're going on a long trip. Is there really a need to meet up just to say goodbye?"

Tian Yu went to Yan Feifan's side, looped her arm through his, and after a moment of preparation, broke into a wide, eight-toothed grin. "Hee hee."

"Ruoruo said you'd suffered a setback."

"So I thought I'd use my own super sweet, cute, and invincible pretty-girl smile to cheer you up."

Yan Feifan rolled his eyes, placed his hand on Xiaoyu's entire face, and pushed her aside with disdain. "You? Sweet and cute? Invincible?"

"More like the most thick-skinned, that's more like it!"

Tian Yu flailed her arms and legs in anger.

But with her face held at arm's length by Yan Feifan, her flailing arms couldn't even touch the hem of his sleeve.

Yan Ziruo couldn't help but laugh at the sight. "Alright, you two aren't kids anymore. Stop messing around."

"Feifan, have you figured out your surgery yet?"

"Can we go home?"

Yan Feifan let go of Xiaoyu and even deliberately let her punch him once, allowing her to vent her frustration.

"My head hurts from thinking, but I've figured some things out."

"Hey, how was your yacht trip?"

Quick to forgive and forget, Tian Yu once again linked her arm with Yan Feifan's and chirped, "Overall, it was pretty good. We enjoyed the scenery of the Yangtze River for over two days."

"It's just that the weather didn't cooperate, so we didn't get to see the sunrise over the sea."

As the three of them walked out of the director's office, Tian Yu asked narcissistically, "Mr. Yan, were you charmed by my sweet smile or not?"

"I didn't notice you being down or disheartened, though."

Yan Feifan flicked her on the forehead. "Good thing I haven't eaten dinner yet. Otherwise, your so-called sweet and invincible smile would've made me puke."

Tian Yu got angry again.

She lowered her head and bit down hard on Yan Feifan's arm...

Yan Ziruo quickly stepped in, grabbing one with her left hand and the other with her right, and pulled the two bickering fools apart,

"Feifan, you seem to be in a good mood. Did something good happen?"

Yan Feifan chuckled. "Sis, the surgery I lost yesterday due to a stupid mistake is back on."

"The operation starts tomorrow morning."

Yan Ziruo said happily, "The people's eyes are sharp. They know you have real skills and can be trusted."

Tian Yu also pumped her fist and roared, "Mr. Yan, you're omnipotent! You'll definitely ace tomorrow's surgery with ease."

Yan Feifan smiled. "Xiaoyu, don't just say things if you don't understand. If this surgery could be completed with ease, none of this would have happened."

He said hopefully, "I just hope everything goes smoothly tomorrow..."

Just then, Yan Feifan's phone rang.

It was a call from Lo Jun.

"Xiaoyan, Dr. Ma Peilin from Xiangya called. He said he's coming to Binhai tomorrow for some business and wants to observe our surgery while he's here."

"That guy is definitely coming here specifically for this."

"Xiaoyan, you can't let him make a fool out of us..."

PS.

Just one update for this morning.

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